[… Floyd can’t help it. He gawks, shameless and on the verge of drooling from such a display. He wants to bite his own hand in disbelief. This sort of thing doesn’t just… happen. Maybe between merfolk and other merfolk, yes, but… a human? The human he’s had his eyes on since that day in the mirror chamber. He isn’t so much shocked as he is amazed, feeling as if he might take off flying at any moment.
And then he says it.
Being collared is a good look on you.
His hands reach out, one grabbing Riddle’s waist while the other yanks his underwear to one side, exposing what he can only guess is a hot, sloppy mess to his awaiting fingers.]
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And then he says it.
Being collared is a good look on you.
His hands reach out, one grabbing Riddle’s waist while the other yanks his underwear to one side, exposing what he can only guess is a hot, sloppy mess to his awaiting fingers.]
You’re rilin’ me up, y’know.